Do I weep for this winter war?
A reverie - I'll love no more.
What will be of our fairytale romance?
Lived through a broken heart
Survived love torn apart
Our lives litter the floor.
Do we honor promises sealed in a kiss?
Waxy chaff - feelings we sometimes miss.
What's a widow to the world?
Children die in their own wars
Respectable friends lock doors
My life elapsed with his death.
Will these tears damn my soul?
Lucifer laughs - my bones are chilled and old.
Is my husband really dead?
The winter war still runs
The fighting has only begun
All I have are fairytale romances in my head.